Mark and Terry were sitting in the lab, sweat poured off their brows even though the air conditioner was going full blast. They wrung their hands and paced the floor trying to come up with a solution to their problem. They were wanted by the government for selling secrets, in fact they were patsies for a couple of very smart spies. Mark had convinced Terry to help sell some harmless documents and get rich quick. The files were harmless, however the spy also hid some highly classified documents in the pile.
The two were to take the files across town and just drop them off, no big deal. Unfortunately on the way out the building they were searched and the files discovered. They were sent back to their lab while the evidence was reviewed. If the documents were as highly classified as the Government Agents suggested then charges of treason would be leveled against Terry and Mark. Execution or life sentences usually came with a treason conviction.
Mark was a brilliant scientist who was on the verge of a major discovery, the Trans Regression System. It was a brilliant but simplistic concept, read the subjects DNA and physical data then create an image of the person at an earlier age. They found a way to read the history of the subject by reading the DNA, like the rings of a tree trunk. Then the TRS was able to use various radiations to 'strip away' the layers of history leaving you at an earlier age.
The TRS also recorded the physical and DNA information of the subject then used the information to return the subject to their original (older) age. Without the data the TRS can only regress the subject since it has no data to interpolate what they looked like when older.
Terry suggested they step into the TRS and regress physically. The Agents would come by and find two teenagers not a couple of 40 year olds who they were looking for. Once the Agents searched the building they should be able to escape. They would leave for the safety of some third world republic where they would hide out never to return home. The plan was simple.
Mark stepped in first and nervously awaited the results, he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be recognized and had Terry make him 12 years old instead of the planned 18 years Terry suggested. The TRS analyzed Mark's physical and DNA data, then radiation treatment began, Mark almost immediately collapsed, unconscious.
When Mark came to, the world seemed different but he couldn't quite figure out how. He looked up to see a seven year-old boy standing over him. It looked like Terry but much younger. "Are you feeling okay? You have been out for a while," said the young boy in a high squeaky voice. He looked similar to Terry however the child couldn't be more than seven years old, wearing nothing but underwear and a Spider-man T-shirt.
"T-T-Terry is that you? There must have been an accident - you are way younger than 18," said Mark.
"Uhhh yeah, I guess I miscalculated. Have you taken a look at yourself yet?" Terry said in a timid and quizzical voice.
Suddenly Mark had a deep sinking feeling in his stomach. He look down at his hands to find small pudgy fingers, a large protruding belly and short little legs. All his body was covered in soft fat baby skin. Mark slowly stood up, carefully holding his balance unsteadily. To his shock he found that his head only reached Terry's chest! In utter shock, Mark lost his balance and fell down on his bottom. "Wha' happened?" Mark said with a slight lisp..
"I think we received to much radiation treatment and you definitely did with that request to be an extra 6 years younger. I think we need to get you dressed and then hide before those men find us," Terry suggested.
"Yeah, definitely. Let's find me some underwear and a shirt," Mark agreed without thinking about it.
Errr… well I think we should try this first before looking for underwear that might fit. While you were passed out, I found you something more your size," Terry then produced a small white folded package from behind his back.
Mark's eyes grew wide as he recognized what Terry was holding. "You want me to wear a diaper? What do you think I am, a baby!" Then he realized that was exactly what Terry was suggesting.
Terry cut Mark off and said. "You are a baby and I doubt there are any training pants that will fit you. Come on, if the diaper is too small then we will try the underwear."
With that compromise Mark grudgingly agreed and laid down on his back, closed his eyes in embarrassment as Terry proceeded. With a bit of effort he was able to get the diaper under the toddler's butt, then pulled the diaper up between Mark's leg's and attached the fasteners to the front of the diaper. The seven-year-old clumsily did the best job that he could, and except for a slightly tilted diaper the fit was good if not a little big.
Mark got up to his feet. He found that the bulkiness of the diaper caused his legs to spread apart. As he tried to stand up for the first time he also most fell over not expecting his strength and balance to be so poor. Mark's first few steps were unsteady as he waddled over to the mirror. Looking back at him was an adorable 18-month-old baby with wispy blonde hair and wearing nothing but a diaper. He stood there for a minute in complete awe, as a thin stream of drool formed at the side of his mouth and began to run down onto his chin.
Terry came over and help put a shirt on Mark, it was red with a large teddy bear on the front. Mark also noticed it had an extra length of fabric in the back that seemed like the tails of a tuxedo coat; unfortunately Mark understood this was a diaper shirt and groaned in acceptance. Together they got the shirt on and Terry pulled the fabric under the diaper around the front and attached it with the metal snaps provided.
Mark realized it was going to be impossible to convince Terry a diaper was unnecessary, especially with time against them. The Agents were going to come and arrest them very soon, so Mark decided to live with the situation. Mark also realized immediately he was going to have to rely on Terry since he couldn't reach the door handle, nor even change his own clothes. He couldn't see higher than a couple of feet which made finding his way around very difficult.
Terry opened the lab door and looked out into the hallway. Terry noticed the janitor was bent over cleaning up a mess in the corner of the hall and decided it was time to make their getaway. Terry grabbed Mark's tiny hand and guided him out of the lab, across the hall and around the corner.
Mark unsteadily followed, however Terry's legs were longer and his stride carried him much faster. For Mark this pace was too much and he fell over almost immediately. The diaper-clad little boy tried to keep up with Terry but quickly became frustrated with the pace and after falling for a third time, he sat on the cold hard floor with tears welling up in his eyes. Mark was slowly giving in to his childish emotions. Terry, realizing Mark's distress, came over and tried to comfort his little friend. "Don't worry, everything is going to be all right. We have to get moving before those men find us."
Just then they heard the stairwell door open and one of the voices asked the janitor where Dr. Terry Finch's office was located. Terry realized that they would soon be found unless they were able to hide immediately. Then he remembered the Daycare center. Set up initially as a home for the employee's children, Terry and others had also used it as a babysitting service while running their behavioral experiments.
Terry turned to Mark and said, "Okay, here is the plan. We will go into the Daycare and remain there until the men have left. Once they have finished searching we can go back to the lab and reverse the process." Mark agreed and with Terry's words of encouragement and a helping hand to keep his balance they continued down the hallway.
Nearing the end of the corridor they stopped, Terry slowly opened the door and peeked inside to make sure they would not be noticed entering. Terry could see that the Daycare Assistant was busy attending to one of the children, her back was to the door. They quietly made their way into the room and shut the door. "Go over to the building blocks and play with the other babies while I'll go over with the older kids," Mark nodded his head.
Suddenly the towering frame of the Assistant was standing over them. "What are you doing! Why aren't you with the other children finishing your nap time?" said the booming voice of the Assistant. She unceremoniously picked up Mark and dumped him in a near by playpen. Then she grabbed Terry by the arm and dragged him through a door into a darkened room.
"You will go back to your mat and go to sleep," she said, pointing to a vacant mat in the corner. Five other kids were fast asleep on their mats with small blankets covering their diminished frames. Terry quietly walked over to the mat, laid down and covered himself with the blanket. The door closed and Terry was left to ponder his escape back to the lab.
For Mark the situation seemed far worse, he was trapped in the soft rubber cell and no hope for escape alone. What was worse was his cellmate. Standing across the playpen was a very happy looking infant boy about the same age with a diaper drooping very low obviously from a good soaking and the smell told Mark that there was more than just pee in the diaper. His new friend was happily chewing on the end of a rubber toy, delighted by Mark's arrival.
Mark sat in the opposite corner from his cellmate. For the first time he had a chance to stop and let the reality of the situation sink in. He was trapped in the body of an 18-month-old boy, wearing nothing but a diaper. To everyone around him he was just another drooling baby just like his cellmate. For now he would sit and wait for Terry to come get him after the men were finished searching the building.
Mark looked at his friend and noticed that he was not embarrassed by his lack of toilet training nor his drooping diaper. In fact the boy seemed almost pleased by his accomplishment. Then the cellmate threw the chew toy at Mark, landing by his feet. Mark reached for and looked over the toy which gave his cellmate so much enjoyment. It wasn't overly interesting however Mark took the small end and carefully wiped off the spit and drool left over from its previous owner. He gave it a sniff but it had no scent. As he slowly pulled it away it brushed his lips causing a slight involuntary sucking motion. Mark started to discover the contours with his lips. As he slowly pulled it into his mouth, his little tongue and lip muscles involuntarily began to suck on the toy. He slowly fell into an almost meditative state, leaving him content to suck on his toy for a while.
Behind Mark the door opened. He got to his knees and turned to see one of the Agents had entered. Mark sat in a state of sheer terror looking up at his executioner. All it would take is for the Agent to recognize him.
The Assistant came over and started to ask why he was in the Daycare Center. The Agent presented his ID, immediately getting respect from the Assistant. She backed away as he began to search for Terry and Mark. He looked around the Daycare finally coming to the room with Terry inside. The Agent carefully opened the door marked "Nap In Progress" and quietly walked inside. Mark sat in the playpen, his stomach slowly dropping deeper, he thought he might throw-up soon.
The Agent tip-toed out of the room and walked over to the Assistant, apologized for any inconvenience and left. Mark felt relieved, finally able to breath again. It had worked! The plan and their change in age had allowed them to slip past the Agents for now but he knew that they were still a long way from getting away to freedom.
Mark decided to figure out how he and Terry might get out of the Daycare without being noticed by the Assistant. As he rocked forward, his diaper squished between his legs. He had wet his diaper! The shock of being scared by the Agent caused his bladder to let loose. Worse was that he never even noticed until now. Mark had hoped this wouldn't happen and that he would get through the whole day without having 'an accident.'
The whole experience was too much for Mark. His childhood emotions were asserting their dominance. Mark tried to maintain his composure, however the tears began to flow soon followed by cries of sorrow. Mark began to lash out at the world that had turned him into a tiny, miserable, wet baby.
The Assistant came rushing over to Mark to find out what had happened. Upon seeing the growing yellow stain on the front of his diaper, she patted Mark on the head and said, "There there little one. I'll be back in a couple of minutes once you have finished peeing and change your wet dye-dee.
She then picked-up his cellmate and whisked him off to the changing table. Marc observed from below and knew that he was next. Mark watched in horror as the Assistant expertly removed the diaper, washed his tushie, applied baby powder and re-diapered. Mark sat on the rubber playpen floor miserable. His diaper was very warm as the pee had not yet had a chance to cool. Then he noticed a growing pool of pee as his diaper began to leak from Terry's improper installation. Mark could only sit and whimper as he waited for the Assistant to clean him up.
Soon his cellmate returned with a bottle of formula in hand, happily sucking on the nipple. Two hands then grabbed Mark and lifted him out of the playpen. The Assistant placed toddler on the change table and fastened a belt across his waist, obviously to stop him from rolling off. Mark lay on his back and closed his eyes tight as the nurse began to remove his diaper. Mark was completely humiliated by his accident and the resulting diaper change. He was naked against his will and exposed to this unknown woman who only saw him as a diaper-wetting and totally incompetent infant.
The Assistant opened the diaper, releasing a cold draft across his groin. The cold wind caused him to squirm in discomfort, but getting no sympathy from his captor. She removed the wet mess and then cleaned his groin with a cold wet cloth. Next she lay him down on a new diaper and proceeded to spread baby powder, careful to get it into every fold of skin. Next she pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes to the front. Mark was then lowered into the playpen again sitting across from his cellmate. Moments later the Assistant placed a warm bottle of formula in front of Mark and walked away to deal with another one of her charges.
For the moment Mark was feeling a little better about his condition. Unfortunately he was still a baby. However he was now dry and the whole experience of the diaper change was over. The changing table hadn't been quite as bad as he thought, however exposing his private parts to a stranger was not something he wanted to do again.
He watched the cellmate sit on the floor of the playpen, clasping the bottle with both hands, busily sucking. The boy was oblivious to everyone around him, focused on one task, sucking the warm, satisfying formula from the bottle.
Mark looked at the diaper-clad child and watched in fascination at the enjoyment he got from such a simple and basic task. Mark looked at the bottle lying at his feet. He was thirsty, however the thought of becoming more like his cellmate revolted him. Mark kicked the bottle so it was now out of reach.
Soon Mark became fixated on his cellmate, who was now almost done with his bottle. The rhythmic motion produced by sucking on the bottle seemed to calm and soothe the child. Mark looked down at his bottle; he got to his knees and crawled over to the formula. Sitting down, he reached for the bottle and lifted it to his face. He sniffed the nipple but it had no scent. He slowly pushed the nipple into his mouth, feeling the contours of the soft rubber. Finally Mark bit down on the nipple. In return he got only a few droplets.
Mark was surprised so little had come out. This time he also used his tongue and was rewarded by a small squirt. The warm formula tasted something like milk but richer in flavour and sweeter. Mark again tried to suck on the bottle and was rewarded by another dose of formula. Quickly he figured out the proper combination of mouth muscles to produce a stream of formula each time. Soon he was rhythmically sucking on his bottle. Mark became lost in the moment as he closed his eyes and focused on the bottle.
Mark was soon finished his bottle. As the flow of formula stopped, he became aware of his situation and what he had just done. The Assistant stopped by and picked up his cellmate, placed him on her chest with a towel draped over her shoulder and started to pat his back, releasing a large belch. Next she picked up Mark and again started to pat his back, a moment later a huge belch came forward along some milk which landed on the strategically-placed towel. She then took both bottles away leaving the two sitting in the playpen. Mark probably looked exactly like his cellmate, sitting back, enjoying the simple infant pleasure of drinking from a bottle. To Mark it was a symbol of his manhood stripped from him. Now he was the exact opposite, a small little infant with no responsibility and absolutely no privacy.
He looked down at his diaper, as he pushed down on the soft plastic and the scent of baby powder surrounded him. The diaper reminded that he was helpless and dependent on others for care. He knew that until Terry came to get him in a couple of hours there was nothing to do but wait and try to enjoy his stay.
His Cellmate had returned to chewing on a toy. Mark figured that so far he was 2-for-2 when following the lead of his friend, so he picked up a pair of giant plastic keys and began to probe the surface with his mouth. He found light chewing on the toy actually felt good; he was missing a lot of teeth and his gums were a little sore. Mark smiled as he realized he was teething.
Soon he noticed that on the front of his cellmate's diaper was a growing yellow stain, he figured that the bottle would soon have the same effect on him. Mark now resigned himself to having one more diaper change before he was able to access the lab and return to his former age.
Mark got to his feet and unsteadily made his way to the side of the playpen and returned to figuring how he and Terry could get out of the Daycare without being noticed. Soon the urge to pee came and just as quickly the feeling changed to a sense of relief as he urinated in his diaper. He stood there and focused on the warmth that surrounded his groin. Once he had finished, Mark got to his knees and began to crawl back to his corner. Half way across the playpen his gut started to rumble and his bowels began to apply pressure. As he stood there on his hands and knees, he basked in the moment as a wave of pleasure ran from his rectum up his spine and a warm semi-solid feeling spread into the back of his diaper. The closest word to describe it was an orgasm.
Without thinking Mark sat down which caused the mess in the back of his diaper to squish. Mark was brought back to reality by his actions. In the past half hour he had nursed from a bottle, peed in his diaper and crawled on his hands and knees while shi**ing himself. He didn't try to stop himself, instead abandoned himself to the simple pleasures of babyhood.
Mark was concerned by the whole event however he also realized that part of the problem was his body. He was in a baby's body and was going to be affected by its physical limitations, the body's chemistry and hormones. He wasn't sure if his emotional state had regressed but he already cried once for a simple mistake of wetting his diaper. He guessed that the enjoyment of nursing and sucking on toys was also result of his new age.
Mark sat back for a minute to contemplate what he had done, instead of getting upset he decided that there was little he could do and accepted his present situation. So picked up his toy and began to chew on it while sitting in his warm messy diaper.
After awhile Mark noticed his chest was wet and cold, he had been drooling and a large amount had dribbled down on to his chest. Unfortunately he had nothing to clean it up with, not even a shirt since he was dressed only in a diaper. He decided to get the attention of the Assistant for help. As the stood up, the thick sticky mess in the back of his diaper had had a disastrous effect. The skin surrounding his groin and especially his butt was irritated and sore. He had diaper rash! Walking was almost impossible so he crawled to the side of the playpen and used the walls to stand up.
The pain was getting worse and the uncomfortable situation immediately started to take its toll on Mark. Standing at the side of the playpen he began to whimper and fuss but mostly he kept his composure. Trying to turn and look behind was very difficult since he couldn't turn his neck without twisting his upper body. Turning to look Mark lost his balance and fell landing on his butt, the sudden jolt of pain from the irritated skin was too much. Mark couldn't hold back anymore, the little child deep down inside him surfaced and he started to cry. He was mad for being a baby, he was mad for wearing diapers, he was mad at himself for getting diaper rash and he was a very, very tired baby. It was too much for him and he cried as loud as a baby could.
The Assistant came running over to see what was the problem and realized right away that someone had made a mess. She picked up Mark and started cooing trying to sooth the child but Mark continued to cry. She laid him on the changing table and removed the diaper. "Oh my! How long did you sit in that mess?"
She quickly cleaned up the mess and then applied a cream to the areas affected by the rash. Mark started feeling better immediately and his cries became a whimper. His eyes grew wide as he saw her take two fingers and grab a generous portion of Vaseline, she spread the lubricant between his butt checks. Finally baby powder was applied along with a fresh, clean and dry diaper.
The Assistant then grabbed a sleeper and helped Mark get dressed. "Come on little one, its well past your nap time." With that she closed the last fastener on the front of the sleeper, picked Mark up and cradled him on her chest. Mark's head was nestled between her breast and arm, he looked at the breast intently but noticed it wasn't for a sexual reason but one of comfort. Mark calmed down almost immediately and was content to hide his head in her breast.
Mark was carried into a small room with a number of cribs, each one had a baby in it. The Assistant laid him down in a crib and covered him with a blanket. She then slid a small furry toy bear under the sheets beside him. Mark slid his thumb into his mouth and drifted off to sleep.
Terry was awakened by the loud crying of a baby, the noise from that kid must have been heard half way down the hall. He noticed that all the other kids were gone, so he got up and opened the door. There in front of him was Mark, crying at the top of his lungs, his diaper drooping low and smelling really bad. The Assistant picked up Mark and laid him of the changing table. "Oh my! How long did you sit in that mess?"
The Assistant changed Mark and dressed him in a sleeper. "Who is this child? He has no bracelet." The Assistant called to another Daycare worker.
"I'm not sure but I'll find out as soon as I finish the report. Give me 30 minutes." With that Mark was led into another room. Terry knew that as soon as they checked the records, it wouldn't have anything for either Mark or Terry. They would be discovered! Terry saw that there was a PC on the table in the nap room, he went over and turned it on. He knew all the network passwords, so he was able to negotiate access to his database in his office. He submitted a request for two children to be cared for at the Daycare. "Terry and Mark Smith. Ages: Terry 7 years, Mark 18 months. Status: waiting for adoption. Request supervision until adoption or transfer."
Terry smiled at his handiwork, as children waiting for adoption there were no parents or guardian to contact. They could now wait overnight until it was safe to get back to the lab if needed. He turned off the computer, entered the main room and went over to play with the other kids.
Mark awoke to the Assistant, turning on the lights in the room. "It's time to wake up Mark. If you keep sleeping, you will be awake all night."
He gasped in surprise, "How could she know my name? Somehow they have figured out who we were!" Mark's mind raced with possibilities. She then wrapped a small plastic bracelet around his wrist, on it were the words "Mark Smith. Patient #91730." Mark wasn't sure why his name was Mark Smith but he guessed that for the moment his true identity was safe.
The Assistant then reached inside Mark's sleeper and stuck two fingers down his diaper. "Well at least this time you didn't mess you dye-dee, I was starting to wonder if you enjoyed messing up your diaper!" the Assistant giggled at her comment. She then removed his sleeper and dressed him in a shirt, pants and socks. Mark was then lifted into the air and carried on the side of the Assistant's hip with one leg in front and one behind. He was then unceremoniously dumped back in his playpen
For Mark he was starting to take his new role in stride, having the nurse stick a finger in his diaper seemed almost normal. He now understood that as a baby he had no sense of privacy and was at the mercy of the Assistant or anyone else for that matter. He knew that all the childish actions he had done earlier would probably erode his psyche, he knew that was already becoming more like his Cellmate but he also knew there wasn't much else he could have done… at least that is what Mark wanted to believe. Deep down he enjoyed his fleeting experience as a baby, nursing the bottle was wonderful and relaxing, however worst of all he really enjoyed the feeling of shi**ing his diapers. Now he knew why his cellmate was smiling after messing his diapers.
Mark was led out into the main room and placed back in the playpen, the Assistant left the stuffed bear with Mark to his enjoyment. He rubbed the soft fur of the bear against check producing a wide grin, the bear was his new best friend and somehow he felt better when it was near by. Without noticing Mark hugged the bear in one hand, while his thumb snuck up and deposited itself between his lips and he started to suckle. Mark noticed the thumb a few minutes later, however by this point he was enjoying himself and didn't see a reason to stop.
Soon Terry saw Mark and walked over the playpen. "Mark! How are you doing?"
Mark was a little embarrassed for getting caught sucking his thumb, so he quickly stuck his hand behind his back hoping Terry hadn't noticed.
"Don't worry kid, sucking your thumb is perfectly all right at your age," Terry smiled, "Just like crying really loud for making a big mess in your diaper!" Mark blushed at being discovered.
The Assistant came over to find out what Terry was doing when she stopped and realized, "Oh Terry, this must be your baby brother?"
"Uh… yes Mark is my brother!" Terry quickly replied.
"Well in that case you two can go over in the corner and play together for awhile." With that the Assistant lifted Mark and the stuffed bear out of the playpen. Mark kept a good grip on his bear while she carefully stood him on the floor. Terry took Mark's hand and they walked to the corner where they started to play with the blocks. Terry began by explaining how he created their new identities.
After a while two agents entered the room, both Terry and Mark saw them enter. Terry turned and looked back down at the blocks, terrified he would be recognized. The agents walked over to the Assistant and explained that until further notice all access to the building was restricted until the suspects were caught or satisfied they were not in the building. A guard would be posted at the end of the hall until the search was over. Everything would be back to normal by the end of the day. The agents then turned and left the Daycare.
To Terry the whole incident was getting tiresome and wanted to get it over with, for him the only issue was finding a way out. Mark didn't seem too concerned, instead he turned back to his blocks and continued stacking. After a few minutes Terry got up and went to the door, the Assistant immediately went over and scolded Terry for trying to leave. Terry talked back and was met with a slap on his butt. This only infuriated Terry and he began to yell at the Assistant. Immediately the Assistant picked Terry up and placed him across her knee, she then pulled down his pants and began to spank the foul-mouthed boy. Terry started to scream which quickly turned into cries of pain.
The nurse stopped the spanking and pulled up Terry's pants. He kept on crying as the pain hadn't subsided yet. She ordered him to go sit in the corner and not to leave there until told by the Assistant. Terry cried all the way over to the corner and sat down facing the wall. Mark waddled over to Terry and spoke as best an 18-month-old could while missing most of his teeth. "Don't wowwy kid, cwying dat loud is perfwectly alwight at your age." With a big smile on his face Mark ran away with his bear in one hand and a thumb in his mouth.
Mark returned to playing with the blocks and after a while the Assistant came over. Mark stood up uneasily and turned around to face her. She knelt down and placed her fingers down his diaper and was again happy to find Mark dry, Mark smiled at the Assistant for his achievement.
The Assistant picked Mark up and placed him in a high chair, then tied a bib around his neck. Mark looked around to find out what was happening, he had been placed beside a table. Terry joined him sitting across the table. The Assistant came over with a couple of glass bottles and a plate of food. She placed the plate in front of Terry and then sat down beside Mark. "I thought the two of you would like to eat dinner together." She then opened one of the bottles. Inside was an orange paste, the bottle read "Strained Carrots." Mark groaned at the thought of eating baby food, especially in front of Terry, who had already teased him today for acting like a baby.
The Assistant scooped a small portion on to a spoon and slid it in Mark's mouth when he wasn't looking. Mark winced at first however he was surprised to find out it wasn't bad tasting. In fact with all those teeth missing eating partially liquefied food wasn't a bad idea. Mark opened his mouth anticipating the next scoop. Terry was just as excited by his meal, macaroni and cheese with a side of fries. He poured a generous amount of ketchup onto the fries and began eating.
As Mark finished his second jar of baby food, the Assistant wiped the food off his face and handed him a bottle. He eagerly accepted the bottle and began to suck on the nipple. Mark looked over at Terry to see him eagerly playing with his food, he used a fry to push the ketchup around and making pictures.
As Mark finished his bottle the Assistant picked him up and started to pat his back releasing another big belch. She then placed Mark on the floor, whereupon he grabbed his bear and waddled over to where the other babies were playing.
Mark was now getting used to his new situation. No longer was he miserable at being treated like an infant, instead he had accepted his temporary fate. The diaper changes were still embarrassing but tolerable and being able to use the bathroom at anytime had its advantages. The diaper was convenient to wear and the warm soft feeling that surrounded made him feel comfortable and secure. For the moment he didn't have a care in the world. He was now very happy to play with a large ball that he clumsily kicked around bouncing it off the walls and furniture.
After a while Mark's attention drifted, his gums were sore and wanted relief. He picked up a small rubber toy and without wiping off the last owner's drool stuck it in his mouth. He started to suck and chew on the toy immediately sending him on waves of pleasure.
Terry came over to his now infant brother and started talking, "We have got to get out of here but with the guard at the end of the hall and my assistants working in the lab until 6 pm were are going to have to wait 'til probably tomorrow. Are you okay with that?"
Mark removed the toy from his mouth, leaving a large stream of drool hanging which pooled on his shirt. "Suwe, I guess can wait till tomowwow…" His sentence trailed off as he started at the wall in concentration. Suddenly a smile broke on his face.
Terry knew right away that Mark had just peed his diaper. He was getting worried the toddler was mentally regressing. If he didn't reverse Mark's condition soon he wasn't sure if some of the emotional regression might be permanent. Terry also envied Mark for his condition, he was happy and content as a baby without a care in the world. Terry on the other hand was worrying about their present situation, it seemed the younger you became the greater the mental regression.
That evening once all the kids were tucked in, the night-time attendant busied herself with a magazine. Mark quietly tiptoed out of the Daycare and down the hall, now that the guard was gone he could move about with ease. He made his way over to his lab and entered the security code. Once in the office he made his away over to the console and started up the machine.
Terry began opening the appropriate files until he stopped in shock. He couldn't find their files in the database, the lab technicians hadn't saved the files before shutting down the TRS machine! Without a copy of their original physical specifications there was no way to increase their age. The only options they had were to grow old naturally or get younger with the RTS.
Terry sat in disgust at their predicament; he didn't like being 7 years old, especially with his adult mind he couldn't relate to the other kids. Life would be pure hell for the next decade and by then he would probably develop anti-social behavior for not fitting in for so long. Dejected Terry pondered their future.
In the morning, the Assistant busied herself with paperwork before attending to the children. She noticed a change in the status of three of her patients. Name - Terry Smith, Patient #91729, Age - 7 years, Status - Adopted. Name - Mark Smith, Patient #91730, Age - 18 months, Status - Waiting for adoption with brother Dave. Name - Dave Smith, Patient #91931, Age - 8 months, Status - Waiting for adoption with brother Mark.
The Assistant was sad that Terry had been adopted separately from his other brothers however she was glad that the other brother Dave, new to the Daycare, would remain with Mark. She got up and went out into the main room, looking down she saw an 8-month-old baby sleeping on the mat. His diaper had almost fallen off due to either a really poor job of diaper changing or most likely the fasteners had failed.
She picked up the little baby and changed his diaper waking him up in the process. She placed Dave in the playpen and went to get his ID bracelet. Terry, now Dave, rubbed his eyes and looked around and noticed he was no longer 40, no longer 7 but only a mere 8 months old. As the cobwebs cleared from his sleepy mind Terry remember that he put himself through another treatment last night and then managed to crawl back into the Daycare without being noticed. The trick was to leave both the lab and daycare doors slightly ajar so he could get between the rooms after being reduced to a size where doorknobs were out of reach. Of course leaving the diaper out and prepped for a new user was a pretty good idea; especially since it seemed a little damp already.
The world was a new large place but for Terry it was exciting with new experiences. His world was now surrounded by bright coloured plastic toys and soft warm surroundings. He sat in the middle of the playpen looking down at his new diaper poking at the soft plastic, as he pushed down the outside he could hear the plastic crinkle. The diaper he was wearing was huge wrapped around his groin and backside, at least it now seemed huge to a person only 2 feet high. The large white bulky underwear that forced his legs and the fact he was going to be wearing them for the next two years was something that would take getting used to.
Terry sat in the middle of the playpen as his thumb quietly unnoticed slipped up into his mouth as a little drool ran down his chin. Terry began to rock back and froth as he thought about what the next couple of years would bring and what type of family might adopt him. A small shiver of pleasure ran up his spine as started to pee himself. A broad smile came across his face.
The End.